"Shore is gov," And then, relentlessly, he continued. "Both buckets of snot on the Gordon an' Botch, Billy bunters droppin' their rock of ages onna Johnny Major. Meanwhile th' brass flutes seem to only chew th' fat wit' Woolly Woofters an' Terry Butcher, an' earlier a few Swiss-roles were Al Capooned on oats an' barley, right? So I led them to the Watford gap Betty Gable, an' they pulls out a sizeable monkey o' bugs bunnies from their sky rockets. Later on, couple o' pork an cheese, smellin' of Lillian Gish comes in, real typewriters, flexin their Jacks, straight away gets it on wit' some kitchen sinks, who pebble dashed 'em in the Alberts. Then this do as you likey, jimmy riddles all over the outer space, so eyes grabbed his insects and ants by the crumblin' walls and runabout, when the daft tit pulls out this big ol' lady from Bristol, waving it all 'bout my Chevy chase. Luckily for him a Penny rolls in and took over from Dover rover. Now, lessee, oh yeah, an' sailin' barge gots th' dibbs an dabs. Roll in the hay, How's th' carving knife?"

translated, because otherwise *everyone* will be mailing me with questions:
"Sure is sir," and continuing"Both sentry bots are on watch, punters dropping their wages on wagers. Meanwhile the prosttutes seem to only chat with poofters and gays, and earlier a few Poles were stoned on Charlie, right? So I led them to the crap table and they pulled a sizable wad of monies from their pocket. Later on, a couple of Portugese, smelling of fish, real fighters, flexing their muscles, get it on with some Asians, who bashed them in the balls. THen this Irish scumbag pees all over the place, so I grabbed him by the pants and balls and throw him out, when the daft idiot pulls a gun, waving it in front of me. Luckily a Marshal came by took him off my hands. Oh yeah, and Marge has the crabs. By the way, how's the wife."